One Last Weekend.

On Tuesday, I'll hit that age where I'm supposed to start lying.  I'll be 30.  Honestly, I'm not too fussed about it.  Not to get all overdramatic on you, but my 20's haven't been the easiest.  I've been through a lot, dealt with more than I ever imagined, and I'm here relatively unscathed on the other side.  I've got a really good feeling about 30.

So this is my last weekend with a 2 as the first number in my age.  However, it's supposed to be mega cold and possibly snow(!) so my plan is to hide out.  Since it's also Halloween weekend, I'm going to have a non-horror movie marathon!  Here's what I've come up with so far.

Hocus Pocus, one of my favorites forever and for all time.

Sanderson sistas!!

The Nightmare Before Christmas, the perfect Halloween/Christmas crossover.

"Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones, an emptiness began to grow..."

Wallace & Gromit in The Curse of the Were-Rabbit, because it's hilarious and those bunnies are presh.

Bunnies!  Bunnies! It must be BUNNIES!

Any movies you love for Halloween?

No Sleep Til...

We're heading out to New York today (in just a few hours, actually), and I'm pretty stoked.  It's my sister-in-law's birthday (Hubs's sister, not Brother's Wife, in case you CARE!), and she will be the big and scary 3-0.  Also, for those nerds like me, this weekend is also when the fabled Harry Potter would turn the big 3-0.  Yes, that's right: my sister-in-law and Harry Potter have the same birthday!  Why do I care?  Why am I excited about this?  Have you READ this blog before?  If not, here's a brief overview: I'm a huge, huge dork.  The end.

Back to SIL's birthday. She lives in Brooklyn, and she has made claims that she wants to have a moon bounce at her party. At her place in Brooklyn. In the backyard. Now, I haven't been to her new place yet, but... how is this possible? I don't even know. However, if she's got to pick one, I hope it's this one (pictured left).


Right?  How awesome would that be?  It's like a clown castle that no children should ever play in.  It's terrifying and whimsical at the same time.  Or perhaps just terrifying.  Either way, if you find yourself wandering the city this weekend and see a giant wacky waving inflatable arm flailing tube man, come on down and have a few beers with me :)  I'll be the one hopping in the moon bounce.